• 标题:Private Landing (feat. Justin Bieber & Future) (Explicit)
  • 歌手:Don Toliver;Justin Bieber;Future
  • 专辑:Love Sick (Explicit)
  • 卡拉OK评级:1★
  • 语言:en
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    Private Landing (feat. Justin Bieber & Future) (Explicit) - Don Toliver/Justin Bieber/Future
    Lyrics by:Don Toliver/Justin Bieber/Future
    Composed by:Don Toliver/Justin Bieber/Future
    I'm feelin' stuck
    Feelin' stuck
    I'm off a bean
    Yeah
    Like what the ****
    What the ****
    I'm in the tree
    Tree
    She holler up
    Holler up
    What you need
    Got it up
    Ooh-ooh
    I don't know why these h*es can't stand me
    I guess I'm too demandin'
    Wanna hit the double Coke the candy
    Candy
    I'm so high no landin'
    Landin'
    Drippin' that Glock get steady
    Steady
    Rockin' that **** confetti
    Confetti
    They all let it go on the telly
    Telly
    They all wanna rub my belly
    I got my dawgs out here poppin' at the reach
    At the
    I gotta come and eat **** look like a blitz
    Look like a
    She wanna check me up she wanna check my fit
    Check my
    I pull up the Maybach jumpin' shorty better check my hits
    Private landin' I guess I keep my candy
    She a super soaker when the beaches sandy
    I got her in the O better call me Randy
    Diamonds and Margiela AP canary yellow
    Yeah she deserve a Patek 'cause she one of the members
    For sure
    When it come it's adorable money not a problem
    Hmm
    Turned me to a killer I just smashed a model
    Tiffany come blue her p***y good and pink
    Pink
    Chicago in the wintertime I'm orderin' minks
    The mink
    Sellin' out arenas I just murked the streets
    The streets
    Coppin' a brand new castle in the Middle East
    Woo yeah
    My ***** sit Indian style when we sit down and eat
    Woo
    I could do this **** one take but my style ain't free
    Woo Pluto
    I don't take h*es on no date 'less they got pretty feet
    I swear
    Quarter million on her head quarter million on her head
    She mop it down the best I can't feel my leg
    My leg I swear
    I done sniped off your ho' for a crumb of bread
    Ho'
    Got racks goin' out the roof they bustin' through the ceilin'
    Racks
    My new ***** she the truth show me a couple million
    Freebandz all on your body like I'm
    Keep goin' mmm
    Oh
    Keep goin' keep goin'
    Mmm-hmm
    Mmm keep goin' keep goin'
    Mmm go go
    Mmm go
    I guess I'm spendin' double cup I'm leanin'
    So good so good taste it talk to me
    Guess I'm spendin' double cup I'm leanin'

    Need you to lean in
    Lean
    She wanna come this way
    Come on
    Heat it up microwave
    Microwave
    Heat it up mic what what
    She wanna ride my wave
    She wanna
    She wanna notice how you're feelin' tonight
    So tight
    Oh it's how you're feelin' tonight
    I guess I'm too demandin' I guess I'll keep my candy
    I tried to tell you but you know the demons crying
    Just touched down in Miami
    In Miami
    I guess I'll keep my candy I guess I'm too demandin'
    She wanna ride my wave she wanna ride my train
    Heat it up microwave come on I'll show you place